"...I had that thought, then gave up on it."
Patriot said this, and FrostNova nodded without dwelling on it too much.
She glanced at the refrigerator and found that there were quite a few ingredients inside. It was a good chance to improve her cooking skills, and Patriot's size naturally meant he had a larger appetite, so she would not have to worry about wasting anything she made.
"I'll make you something to eat. Let me handle lunch."
As she spoke, FrostNova slipped back into the kitchen.
Patriot watched his adopted daughter enter the kitchen, then touched his stomach with his armored glove.
Though he was used to the bland food of the military, Yelena's cooking could not possibly be that bad, could it?
Patriot felt a little worried about his lunch. Meanwhile, just as FrostNova was preparing breakfast—no, lunch—Su Rui had just woken up and got out of bed with a yawn.
The six dragon horns atop his head were rather troublesome. They looked cool, like a crown, but when Su Rui had just woken up, his horns had lifted the blanket directly, causing it to cover his whole body like some sort of opaque veil.
After great effort, he finally threw off the blanket. Su Rui irritably flicked his long tail, got dressed, and headed outside.
He checked the time. It was twelve thirty... not bad. Did he have anything important to do today?
Su Rui checked his memo. Mm, the assault team would probably need a few more days before returning. After all, spies needed time to gather intelligence and carry out sabotage.
Su Rui had already prepared the fake information he would release then. All that remained was to wait for them to take the bait.
So now... right, Alina said she had brought him breakfast.